So Be It

So Be It

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So be it
If this is to be my reality
I’ll get comfortable
To walk the empty
Streets of desire
For my heart to weather time
Until it considers love a fable

My heart remains open
And even hopeful
But if that is written
On the walls of the fates
Then the tale of my love is chosen
So be it

Related Epic Poem: The Unwilling Wanderer